. . . climb trees

. . . But this is the quiet corner, down by the water.  My son and I ride our bikes on the trail from the road and parking lot, then bump over the rough mown grass.

The creek bends in a long slow curve and there are benches here and there beneath the high canopy of leaves. Parents bring their children here to fish for crawdads, to dabble in the shallow water, to swim-splash in the deeper pools. . . .

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[story: “Future Cycle: Small Town Revival (of 24 : 1) Public Green“]

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